Chapter 17: Worldwide Fugitive
"Successor to the clan? What are you talking about?!" Agares growled.
The man in the black robe with red pupils kept staring at Agares. From his dark eyes, he could faintly sense a pure and powerful darkness, even stronger than the dominant darkness element of the Demon Emperor Vael’Tharon.
Despite that, Agares was still weak. His strength wasn’t even enough to catch the Princess’s attention. He still needed to grow further.
The man stepped forward and walked a short distance away from Agares. Agares’ face paled and his body went limp. The mysterious man handed him two mana potions.
"After you’ve restored your mana, return to Caer Vireth and practice hard. When you reach the officer stage, come to Stormgarde!" he explained.
"Stormgarde? The ruins of the Saber City?" asked Agares.
"There is someone waiting for you there. If you insist on going there in your current condition, she will kill you!"
As the two were talking, they turned and saw a group of undead knights limping up from the mountain valley. They had come because they sensed a human aura in this place.
"I have done my part. Now, it’s in your hands!"
The mysterious man in black robes flew quickly away from the Morgor Mountains, leaving Agares to drink the two mana potions. His pale face returned to normal, and his strength returned as before.
Agares smiled slightly. He stood up, drawing his sword from its sheath, facing the undead knights directly. The only way for Agares to leave this place was to defeat the undead knights.